Psalms 127

1 Orin fún ìgòkè. Ti Solomoni. Bí kò ṣe pé Olúwa bá kọ́ ilé náà àwọn tí ń kọ́ ọ ń ṣiṣẹ́ lásán ni; bí kò ṣe pé Olúwa bá pa ìlú mọ́, olùṣọ́ jí lásán.

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. BY SOLOMON. If YHWH does not build the house, Its builders have labored at it in vain, If YHWH does not watch a city, A watchman has awoken in vain.

2 Asán ni fún ẹ̀yin ti ẹ dìde ní kùtùkùtù láti pẹ́ dùbúlẹ̀, láti jẹ oúnjẹ làálàá; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ó ń fi ìre fún olùfẹ́ rẹ̀ lójú ọ̀run.

Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He gives sleep to His beloved one.

3 Kíyèsi i, àwọn ọmọ ni ìní Olúwa: ọmọ inú sì ni èrè rẹ̀.

Behold, sons [are] an inheritance of YHWH, The fruit of the womb [is] a reward.

4 Bí ọfà ti rí ní ọwọ́ alágbára, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni àwọn ọmọ èwe.

As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So [are] the sons of the young men.

5 Ìbùkún ni fún ọkùnrin náà tí apó rẹ̀ kún fún wọn; ojú kì yóò tì wọ́n, ṣùgbọ́n wọn yóò ṣẹ́gun àwọn ọ̀tá ní ẹnu-ọ̀nà.

O the blessedness of the man Who has filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!